Preface. Poems on several occasions. An essay on Virgil's Georgics

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J. and R. Tonson, 1765
 

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Página xxvi - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd, or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught, and led, the way to Heaven...
Página xxviii - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Página 61 - Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate, And hold in balance each contending state, To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war, And answer her afflicted neighbours pray'r.
Página 83 - While to exalt thy doom, th' aspiring Gaul Shares thy destruction, and adorns thy fall. Unbounded courage and compassion join'd, Temp'ring each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete. Long did he strive th...
Página 83 - That proudly set thee on a fancy'd throne, And made imaginary realms thy own ! Thy troops, that now behind the Danube join, .Shall...
Página 300 - ... to a bee than to an inanimate plant. He who reads over the...
Página 63 - I've already troubled you too long, Nor dare attempt a more advent'rous song. My humble verse demands a softer theme, A painted mea,dow, or a purling stream ; Unfit for heroes; whom immortal lays, And lines like Virgil's, or like yours, should praise.
Página 59 - On foreign mountains may the Sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine, With citron groves adorn a distant soil, And the fat olive swell with floods of oil : We envy not the warmer clime, that lies...
Página 51 - I look for streams immortaliz'd in song. That lost in silence and oblivion lie, (Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry), Yet run for ever by the muse's skill, And in the smooth description murmur still.
Página xxxvi - How thy own laurel firft began to grow ; How wild Lycaon, chang'd by angry Gods, And frighted at himfelf, ran howling thro

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